When the cares of yesterday troubled us God wiped the tears away
Gone as the sweet wind blew and wiped they went marching sadly away
Watchful eyes amongst the green saw and smiled and praised Allah for it is true
Murmuring voices on the wind said I told you I told you he would he would he would
The trees bowed with grace and majesty to him as he looked with kindness and pity and routed them fierce away
Humming sweet as the honey they sing he loves us he care he is all wiping sweet tears away was each little bee
Fears run when my Father steps loud in the sky and his chariots rumble rumble as the whip cracks the wind and it says you are our Lord your will Lord always
We are small Lord and we depend on you Lord Sweet Father and appreciate the love of Jesus Christ our Savior for he cast aside none
You are our champion Lord Father always
Amen
By
Felicia McCaw
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